Shining Stars: First Producer

The pencil and the paper rub against each other to make a rustling sound, and behind the erected sketchpad, the painter's eyes glowing with excitement can be vaguely seen.

From which pair of eyes, Lu Cheng could see the scorching eyes only because of fanatical liking. Although she didn't know what she did to cause his reaction like this, but she was willing to cooperate.

Because she didn't know what she was going to do, and she had never experienced such a thing before, Lu Cheng had some difficulty maintaining her current movements, not daring to move.

But it is very difficult to maintain the same posture for a long time. After a while, Lu Cheng's face turned pale, and his fingertips also turned slightly white.

Sensing the constant trembling of the person leaning on him, Song Moran looked down and looked at her face, feeling annoyed and amused in his heart.

Sighing in his heart, Song Moran exerted force with his hands and pressed down Lu Cheng's slightly raised body.

"Don't move!" Lu Cheng glanced nervously at the painter's position, and Lu Cheng glanced at Song Moran dissatisfied, and whispered angrily.

While speaking, Lu Cheng wanted to stand on tiptoe again and return to the original posture, but was pressed back by Song Moran's expressionless face.

Once or twice, Lu Cheng frowned and looked at Song Moran, but a sound fell into his dark eyes.

Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng expressionlessly, and his restrained aura rose steadily, making the people around him unable to help but retreat to the side.

But Lu Cheng didn't seem to feel anything, just stretched out his hand like a demon, trying to touch Song Moran's sharp eyes.

The most vulnerable place was gently stroked, Song Moran blinked uncontrollably, and his eyelashes rubbed against the soft palms constantly.

The two of them maintained such a posture, and no one thought of the crowds coming and going around them at all.

And the painter didn't know what happened between the two of them at all, but every time he raised his eyes, he could get new inspiration, and this feeling made him excited.

The sound of the pencil rubbing against the paper in my hand seems to have never stopped, and there are more and more pencil marks on the paper.

So everyone who came and went here this time could see such a strange scene.

A pair of beautiful men and women cling to each other, and the atmosphere between the two is a harmony that no one else can intervene.

Not far from the two of them, a man dressed like a wandering artist looked at the sketchpad in his hand frantically, and at the same time he was drawing something quickly.

I don't know how long it took, feeling that the soft fingers on his eyes didn't intend to take them away at all, Song Moran stretched out his hands to cover those hands, and gently pulled them down.

As if Lu Cheng just realized it, he moved his hands and feet uncomfortably, bit his lips, and said softly, "He's still painting."

Her voice was very small, sounding weak and inexplicably a little coquettish.

Song Moran cupped her hands in front of her chest, and gently touched her lips. Looking at Lu Cheng's blushing cheeks, a quick smile flashed across her eyes.

"I know," Song Moran said in a deep voice, looking serious on the surface, as if he didn't understand what Lu Cheng said before.

Glaring at him with some dissatisfaction, Lu Cheng took two steps back forcefully with his hand, staggered to stand firm, and the tone of his mouth sounded a bit ashamed and angry, "You don't want to be like this!"

All the time before getting to know Song Moran, Lu Cheng's life followed the rules. Wherever he did such a thing in public, he couldn't accept it at all for a while.

But no matter how many times Lu Cheng was thinking, all Song Moran could see was the repulsion in her movements.

The originally good mood suddenly turned gloomy, a pair of deep eyes looked at Lu Cheng, and asked in a seemingly calm tone, "You don't like it?"

Only Song Moran himself has such a deep thought behind this light and fluffy sentence.

Pursing her lips, Lu Cheng didn't speak, because she still doesn't know what her true thoughts are like.

Song Moran took a deep look at her, with deep disappointment and cheated anger in his eyes, he closed his eyes, and Song Moran stood by the side stiffly, without saying anything.

The harmonious atmosphere between the two people suddenly broke down, and the two people didn't look at each other, as if separated by the Chu River Han boundary.

Looking at Song Moran's hard side face, Lu Cheng pursed his mouth even tighter, bubbling with grievance in his heart, stomped his feet in his heart, turned around sharply, and turned his back to Song Moran.

Regarding everything that happened under his nose, Song Moran didn't seem to see anything, his expression didn't fluctuate at all, his whole person looked like the straightest stone sculpture, cold and stiff was his eternal characteristic.

But only the ever-changing eyes can make people clearly know how intense fluctuations and changes Song Moran is going through in his heart.

The painter has a very sensitive perception of this change of mood. The originally smooth movement stopped slowly, took two steps forward cautiously, looked at Song Moran and said, "Here are some sketches, what I said at the beginning The oil painting will be sent to you after a while.”

Song Moran glanced at him expressionlessly, and stretched out his hand to hold the rough sketches in his hands to watch.

Although it seems a bit rough because of the time, the lines are smooth, and the two people are very accurate. Song Moran can even feel the harmony and atmosphere of the two people from this.

Unconsciously rubbing his thumb on it, Song Moran nodded and said, "Just send it directly to Song's company in China."

The painter nodded again and again, not paying much attention to Song Moran's surprising identity. Instead, Kaixin and Song Moran agreed that he could continue to draw a painting with the two of them as the protagonists.

The voice of the communication between the two people was not small, and it fell clearly in the ears of Lu Cheng who was standing next to him, as if someone was holding a fluffy brush in his heart, scratching it slowly and gently, making people scratch Heart-cracking sadness.

Lu Cheng's eyes kept moving back and forth, but every time he stopped when he was about to turn around, and the cycle continued like this.

On the other side, the greetings between Song Moran and the painter were not over yet, when Lu Cheng was struggling, the relationship between the two of them seemed to have gotten much closer.

"You can come to the Song family to find me in the future," Song Moran said softly, looking at the painter with serious eyes.